Today while cruising around Bradenton I was sideswiped by a early 90s Toyota going approximately 40-50 mph. By some magical act or something the bike & I stayed up. The woman who hit me attempted to run but I followed her for 2 blocks honking up a storm until she finally pulled over. At the time of the accident I felt fine. Unfortunately a few hours later, my left side from hip to ankle is killing me so I'm at the ER getting X-Rays & such.

Bike has some damage. I'm sure there's more I haven't noticed yet.

So, I guess all in all I'm still glad to be here. This could have definitely ended a lot worse.

2010-05-04 11:41:25 ET

I sing because I want to.
I dance because I have no reason not to.
I paint because these nightmares come to life if I don't trap them on canvas. Sometimes I clear coat it to keep them from coming out.
I write because it makes me understand better.
I drift because losing control feels good once in awhile.
I ride because it makes me feel free.

954 and I like to talk about philosophy, motorcycles, and Indian food. I got this in a text from him "I think I love you lmao". I'm sure he was just being silly but yeah, kind of weird. Whatever.

On another note, last night we hung out on the beach. After riding there. And him being a show off popping a few wheelies. I like spending time with him and if this ends up being a great friendship I can live with that.

2010-04-30 10:59:41 ET

I wish I was half as good as you think I am.

I spent a bit of the evening with 954 (that's what we're calling him). We played on bikes and chatted. And then he knocked over a barrier accidentally and remarked on how he wanted it. So once I took the bike home I came back and got it and left it by his garage. lol. I got a lot of "you're fucking awesome" texts... lol. I wish I could read him though...